Today I… finally caved in under the enormous pile and did the ironing.
The pile had grown and evolved and moved from spare bed to chair and then…
I noticed smaller piles had begun to grow on the bedroom floor …and on the dressing table…and stuff was hanging behind the spare room door. I could put it off no longer.
I collected it all together like this:
Aaaaaghghghg. Nightmare. A lot of it was Martin’s as I have been doing my work clothes as and when I needed them, and if I’m honest, I often wear stuff without ironing it. *blushes* I found a couple of tops I forgot I had and some clothes that had probably been on that pile since Christmas. In the spirit of de-cluttering, I reckon if I have not missed them for 3 months, they are surplus to requirements, so some of the pile went straight in the charity shop bag (dropped off this afternoon before I changed my mind) and some old t-shirts will be re-purposed and used for waxing and buffing my next up-cycling paint project. The rest of it took about 2 hours but I ended up with this:
All hanging or folded neatly. I found two items that needed work- a droopy hem and a gaping seam so these will be kept out and repaired- the rest has been put away.
We all know that the situation will not last. Indeed, no sooner had I finished and shouted ‘TA-DA’ expecting at the very least a round of applause from my nearest and dearest, I noticed a shirt and a pair of jeans tucked away behind the door of what-I-call the study, formerly known as Hannah’s room, but is better described as the junk room.
So, the pile begins again…the battle is on. How long will I last before I crack under the pressure? How high will it reach? Watch this space…